Poems from Beverly Rycroft’s new collection A Private Audience.
Payback PoemI want to go back eleven years
to Cavendish Square
and the apprentice stylist
who shaved off all my hair one afternoon
Who set the razor so unwillingly
to a number four
then eased it
across my scalp
to liberate my long, thick hair
refused to let me pay.
I’d like to bring him here to 2008
to show him me, seated
in a hairdresser’s chair while
my greying hair gets snipped
into a bob.
I want to meet his sad reflection
in the mirror
to smile at him and say:
but I survived.
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